#dixondaughter

send a ✚ for a drunk text from my muse

cethiin

It was a cool night as Rachel stood watch at the fence watching over the area. It seemed she spent alot of her night nowadays out there keeping guard. Ever since Woodbury was bought down and the Governor disappeared Rachel distanced herself from everyone, really only speaking to Carl, Michonne and Daryl. Rachel gave a long sigh as she rubbed her upper arms with her hands alittle feeling a cold wind pass by her. It was then she heard a soft voice call to her.

"Hey.." came Daryl's voice as Rachel turned and gave the hunter a light smile. She saw one corner of his mouth lift for a moment when she smiled at him before it faded away once more. "Hey yourself." She said softly as Daryl came to stand next to her. She gave the man a side glance and chuckled before she spoke again, "Come to keep me company again?" she teased as she turned her head to look at Daryl. He returned the look but stayed silent before a short chuckle escaped his lips. The two stayed there for a good while before Rachel turned and looked at the hunter again, this time with a different look in her eyes. Daryl felt her stare as he turned to look at her as well, with the same look. 

What everyone at the prison didn't know was that Daryl and Rachel were together, secretly. Rachel never told anyone due to the fact at how uncomfortable Daryl was with people knowing his personal life. To be honest they had been together since Daryl had returned with Merle the day they saved her from that small hoard. It was also a known fact between the two that it wasn't just sex between. The two shared the same feelings for eachother since the farm when Rachel marriage to Lori started to fall apart. In that moment Rachel smiled at Daryl, the hunter turned toward her fully before reaching his hand up to gently hold her cheek in his rough hand. He stared at her for a moment the pad of his thumb running slowly over her cheek. 

-- She was growing antsy, the office hadn't been busy nearly all day. Had there been a miracle? had crime gone down a great amount or something? the click of her office door to signal it being opened caused the woman to stop in the midst of her pacing, head turning to allow round brown eyes placing on the doorway to be faced with a stranger. "Can I help you?" And so it begins.